04/11/2026
Seven streets, six sundials (the pillar itself is the seventh) and the whole of theatreland on the doorstep.
Life on Monmouth Street runs to the rhythm of the West End. Lunchtimes belong to matinee crowds and shoppers wandering over from Neal Street. From half five it's all hands on deck, as the tables fill with people racing the clock to curtain up at the Cambridge, the Donmar and the Ambassadors.
Then the lights go down across theatreland, and so does the pace. After half eight the dining room is at its calmest, which, we think, makes it the nicest time of all to settle in with a plate of pasta and a glass of Verdicchio.
A small corner of Le Marche, right where the seven dials meet.
Photo: Steve Devine